Flightless Bird, American Mouth

I was a quick, wet boy

Diving too deep for coins

All of your streetlight eyes

Wide on my plastic toys

Then when the cops closed the fair

I cut my long baby hair

Stole me a dog-eared map

And called for you everywhere

Have I found you? Flightless bird

Jealous, weeping

Or lost you, American mouth?

Big pill looming

Now I'm a fat house cat

Nursing my sore, blunt tongue

Watching the warm poison rats

Curl through the wide fence cracks

Pissing on magazine photos

Those fishing lures

Thrown in the cold and clean

Blood of Christ mountain stream

Have I found you? Flightless bird

Grounded, bleeding

Or lost you, American mouth?

Big pill, stuck going down